Mistreated
Lyrics
Saturday December 28th
Iris’s POV:
Harry decided that he’d pick me up at five tonight and I was okay with that since I had so much to do just to get ready. What sucks is I woke up at one since I stayed up with him for hours last night before I came back to Derek’s place. So I was running behind schedule.
Since I was franticly running around trying to get ready, Skye and Brielle agreed on helping me. Skye’s did my hair and Brielle is did my makeup and nails. My only job was to put on my dress and heels, thank the lord.
Once I was finally ready, heels and all, I took a look at my outfit in Skye’s body mirror. I can’t decide whether my dress is pink or peach, but I’m convinced it’s peach. I love how it’s tight at the top and flows down to my mid-thighs. There’s a diamond shaped slit on each sides of the dress, showing off a bit of my skin. With the dress, I wore nude heels and a gold bracelet which holds two white pearls and a pale orange flower. The heels matched my nail polish almost perfectly.
Seeing how good I looked only made me more eager to see Harry.
Ding dong!
And now I’m nervous…
“I’ll get it!” Skye raced Brielle to the door. They fought for a good couple of seconds before Brielle finally opened the door.
“Hello Harry,” Skye beamed.
I heard his deep chuckle, “Hello. Is Iris ready?”
“Iris!” Brielle’s head snapped towards me. “Get over here!”
I shook my head and laughed before walking over to the door. Stood before me was both a very stunned and incredibly handsome Harry. He wore a white button up dress shirt, a grey blazer, black skinny jeans, and black ankle boots. He left his hair in a mess of curls, just the way I like it. It always bothers me when I try to play with his hair and he has gel in it because not only do I feel like I’m messing it up, but I’m also getting the goo all over my hands.
“You look ravishing,” he grinned before biting down on his plump lip.
I blushed, “Why thank you, Styles. You look dapper.”
He flashed me his beautiful dimples, “All for you, Angel.”
“Aww,” Brielle and Skye cooed.
I giggled and looked over at them, “Oh hush.”
“Shall we?” Harry held out his arm for me.
“We shall,” I linked arms with him and we walked over to the car. He opened my door for me, like the gentleman he is, and closed it for me once I got situated. Once he got in his seat and buckled his seatbelt, we headed wherever we were going. I honestly wouldn’t even care if he took me to a dump, as long as I’m with him. Okay, maybe not a dump…but still.
“So, no crutches?” I smirked at him.
He chuckled, “Nah, they’ll only get in the way.” Stubborn boy.
“We’re here,” Harry says as we pull up in front of some sort of restaurant. My eyes widen as I scan the area. It looks freaking fancy. Plus, everyone going in was dressed up.
“Wow,” I said in udder shock. Harry just chuckled and got out to open my door for me again.
We walked into the restaurant arm-in-arm and got seated at a table Harry had reserved for us. I feel like an adult sitting in this restaurant. I feel like I need to be well-mannered and eat more lady-like. That’s so not happening.
“So what do you think?” Harry rose his eyebrows.
“I think we should goof off,” I giggled.
“Fuck with the waiter?” he smirked.
I nodded, “Hell yeah.” I like how he planned this great date for us and now we’re gonna act like little kids. In a way, I think he was hoping we would since this is definitely not his forte.
“Hello, my name is-“ a waitress stopped talking and looked at Harry in awe. “Harry? Wow. I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any hotter.” Oh brother.
“Oh,” Harry awkwardly looked away from her. “Hey Stacy.”
“It’s Sasha,” she snapped.
I started snickering, “Okay, wait, wait, wait. You two banged?” This is so good. The old Iris would’ve felt awkward or even ran away, but that’s not how I play anymore. I am here to stay.
“Yup,” Sasha or Stacy, whoever the hell she is, smirked. “How far have you two gone?”
I started cracking up, “Well he’s on a date with me, and I got him to dress up. Doesn’t that count for something?”
She rolled her eyes, “So basically, you haven’t done anything.” Bitch.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something else? Like your job?” Harry sneered.
“Whatever,” Sasha grumbled. “What do you want to drink?”
“What? I can’t really hear you in here,” I lied. Fuck with the waitress begins.
“What do you want to drink?” she repeats.
“Oh,” I played dumb. “I don’t know, hold on.”
She groaned and shifted her weight as I looked through every page of the menu. “The drinks are on the back,” she growled after a minute.
I smiled and face palmed myself, “Oh, silly me.”
“You sure picked an amazing one, Harry,” the girl said sarcastically.
He chuckled, “She’s quite lovely, thank you. Uh, I think I’ll have an iced tea.”
She wrote it down on her pad, “Okay. And have you decided yet? I can come back.”
“Don’t be silly,” I waved my hand. “I’ll take a water.”
I heard Harry snort as he tried covering his face with the menu. The girl fake smiled at me and walked away.
“You’re pretty good for your first time playing,” Harry laughed.
“I learned from the best,” I shrugged. “Perrie.”
“Hey, you would’ve seen better skills from me if she didn’t take over the whole game.”
I shook my head, “Doubt it.”
He raised his brows, “Is that a challenge?”
“Damn right it is,” I smirked. The real games began when Sasha came back with our drinks.
“This is not what I ordered,” Harry stared at his iced tea in confusion.
“Uh, yeah it is,” she started rubbing her temples.
“No, I ordered tea,” he shook his head feverishly.
“That’s what that is.”
“I want tea with no ice,” he whined.
I rolled my eyes, “Look Sandra-“
“Sasha,” she rudely interrupted me. “It’s written on my name tag.”
“Well I your nametag wasn’t so far down your chest, maybe I’d read it,” I grumbled, earning a chuckle from Harry. “Anyways, I remember him saying he wanted tea with no ice. Just give him what he wants, and while you’re at it, get me a lemonade.”
“This is a classy restaurant,” she glared. “We don’t have lemonade.”
“You’d think classy restaurants wouldn’t have bimbos working for them,” I said as I looked at her from head to toe with a disgusted face.
Harry snickered, “Just get my lady an iced tea.”
Sasha grabbed the iced tea that was in front of Harry and slammed it onto the table in front of me, causing some of it to splash onto the table.
“Well that was uncalled for,” I stared at the tea with disappointment.
“Is there a problem over here?” a man in a suit walked over.
Harry shot me a wink before they could notice and then glared at Sasha, “She brought me the wrong drink.” Don’t worry, we’re not trying to get her fired or anything.
“No I didn’t,” she threw her hands in the air. “It’s what you ordered.”
“I ordered a soda,” Harry stated to the man.
“What?” Sasha stared at him in disbelief.
“I ordered a Pepsi,” he said.
Sasha groaned, “No you didn’t you, Moron.” Okay…now it got out of hand.
I stood up, “Come on, Harry. Let’s go somewhere else.”
“No, no, please. I can get you a different waitress,” the man begged. “I’ll even throw in a free desert.”
Harry shook his head, “No, I don’t want to eat at a place with such a disrespectful staff.” He handed the man a five dollar bill, “For the drinks.”
“We can’t accept that,” he frowned.
I smiled and grabbed the money from his hand, “Okay, I'll take that.” I stuffed the money in my bra and then we left.
“You’d think classy restaurants wouldn’t have bimbos working for them,” Harry mocked me as he chewed his taco. Yup, after we left, we went to Taco Bell. We’re getting weird looks since we’re dressed up nicely and we’re at a fast food restaurant, but for once, I don’t care.
“Now, now Harry. It’s not very lady-like to talk with your mouth full,” I joked.
He chuckled, “Oh sorry.” Then, he started taking small bites of his taco while sticking his pinkies out in a classy manner. “Better?” he asked in a girlish voice after swallowing.
I nodded, “Much.”
“Man, I hope she didn’t get fired,” he shrugged.
I rolled my eyes, “It’s not our faults she called you a Moron.”
“True. Most of our servers either trade tables with someone else or deal with it. She was a Bitch.”
“Definitely,” I grinned.
“So, Angel, I believe I’m supposed to get to know you better,” he said as he set his taco back onto it’s wrapper so he can give me his full attention.
“What would you like to know?” I set my taco down as well.
He thought about it, “Favorite animal?”
I chuckled, “Great question. I’d say-“
“Thank you,” he bowed his head.
I laughed into my hands and shook my head, “God, you’re such a dork.”
“Thank you again. Continue,” he chuckled.
“I’d have to say a platypus.”
“And you think I’m the dork,” he held his hands up and gave me a weird look.
I giggled, “I just like that they’re so unique.”
“And ugly,” he added.
I fake gasped, “They are not ugly.” He gave me another strange look. “Okay, so maybe they’re a little weird looking, but they aren’t ug-“
“A little?” he raised his brows questioningly.
“Shut up,” I laughed. “Okay Mr. Four Tits, what’s your’s?”
“Turtles.”
“Why?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I just like them.”
“This is like being on a date with a four-year-old,” I playfully rolled my eyes.
“You love it,” he snapped his fingers and pointed them at me like guns.
“No,” I shook my head, and tried to hide my smile with a simple lip bite.
“I see that smile,” he wiggled his finger and me before reaching over the table and poking my cheek.
I finally released my smile, “Okay, so maybe I do. It’s just fun seeing this side of you.”
“I could say the same about you,” he smiled. “Your turn to ask a question.”
“Hm, favorite song?”
“’Free Falling’ by John Mayor,” he said with no hesitation. “Your’s?”
“’Whisper’ by A Fine Frenzy.”
“I heard you listening to that the other night,” he chuckled. I love how he knows. “What’s your favorite show?”
I propped my elbows up on the table and rested my chin on my knuckles, “Probably ‘That 70’s Show’. You?”
“Family Guy.”
“First relationship?”
He furrowed his brows, “You really want to know that?” I nodded. “It was with a girl named Emilie. I was twelve when I dated her.”
“Ew,” I shivered. “You dated someone when you were twelve? That’s so fucking young.”
He held his chest and laughed, “I knew you’d react this way. When was your’s?”
I instantly regretted asking him the question. It's not exactly my favorite subject. “Last year,” I mumbled. “With Andrew.”
“Really?” he raised his brows for like the twenty-thousandth time tonight.
“Yeah,” I frown.
“I’m just surprised. That means he was your first time then, huh?”
I scrunched my face, “What? No. I’m a virgin.” I sighed and frowned. “Well, I was.”
“Shit,” he groaned. “I’m sorry, Mercy. I shouldn’t have brought it up or anything.”
“No, no,” I half smiled. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sure Riley told you I slept with him, but I swear to you that never happened.” He nodded, but he still seemed upset with himself. “You know, Harry? You’re the first guy to ever care so much about me. You know more about me than anyone, really. I like that I can just be me, or be sad, and you’re still here.”
“I like that I haven’t scared you off,” he chuckled.
“Why would you scare me?”
He sighed, “Well, I wasn’t the nicest person when we first met. I mean, I yelled at you twice. I think it was twice. Anyways, anytime I’d snap at someone, even Perrie, they’d leave me alone or run off. Truth is, I didn’t want to be alone. The day you saw me get punched, you sat with me. Maybe not for me, but you sat with me and that’s all I wanted.”
I stood up from my booth and sat down in his, scooting myself close to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “I did do it for me,” I giggled and he laughed with me. “But I’m glad I did.”
“Me too,” he smiled and kissed my cheek. “Come on, I have another surprise.” He intertwined our fingers and pulled me off the booth, out of the restaurant and to the car.
“Where are you taking me?” I giggled as he climbed into his seat.
“Somewhere familiar,” he winked.
He took me to the track. I wasn’t really surprised about that, but it’s what was at the track that stunned me. Next to the railroad was a big navy blue blanket with a bunch of baby blue and cream pillows on it. Next to the blanket was a folded fuzzy black one, probably for us to drape over ourselves. Also, there was a picnic basket, a stereo, and a guitar laying in the grass. How could I see all of this with it being dark outside? There were lanterns lit at every corner of the blanket.
“Wow,” I blushed. All of this, for me? Just wow.
“You like it?” he snaked his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“Like it? I love it,” I gasped. “Babe, it’s amazing.”
He kissed my cheek, “I’m glad you think so. I have something for you.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the blanket, having me sit down. He then laid the blanket over my lap, sat at my feet, and grabbed his guitar.
“Remember when you left for Thanksgiving?” I nodded. “Well, I started playing guitar again when you left.”
“I never knew you could play,” I smiled.
He chuckled, “No one but my mum and Gem know.” I feel so special. “I’ve been getting into song writing and I wrote you one. Keep in mind, I wrote it like a month ago, when we were still so…”
“Mistreated?” I finished his sentence with a question.
He chuckled, “Yeah. Mistreated.” He just started strumming the guitar and I could already feel the butterflies exploding in my stomach. He continues to surprise me every day. No. Every moment. Every moment I spend with him.
You tell me that you're sad and lost your way
You tell me that your tears are here to stay
But I know you're only hiding
And I just wanna see you
I found myself rocking back and forth to his angelic voice.
You tell me that you're hurt and you're in pain
And I can see your head is held in shame,
But I just wanna see you smile again
See you smile again
He looked up at me and smiled wider with every word that slid from his lips.
But don't burn out
Even if you scream and shout
It'll come back to you
And I'll be here for you
Oh I will carry you over fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way through the dark
I stood up and started dancing around to his music. I probably looked like an idiot, but I didn’t care. I knew Harry would only have a laugh about it. Right now, I just want to listen closely to his voice.
And you don't need
You don't need to run
And you will see it's easy to be loved
I know you wanna be loved
Oh, I will carry you over fire and water for your love
He stood up and started walking around me as I continued to dance. I listened real well to the lyrics. Not only was the song basically the story of my life, but I heard him use the word love repeatedly. Is it possible that he could fall in love with me?
Oh, I will carry you over fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way
He stopped circling me and looked me right in the eyes.
Through the dark
The song was astonishing. The thing is, he was there for me through the dark. Every line in the song basically described us. Not only is it true from him to me, but it's how I feel about him. I want him to smile all the time, I don't want him to be in pain anymore, and I will always be there for him.
I started clapping with a stupid grin on my face, “Harry, that was beautiful. Thank you. That song, this whole night, it’s just been amazing.”
“And it’s not even over,” he grinned.
And it wasn’t. After that, we sat down and ate the cupcakes and fruit his mom packed for us in the picnic basket. Throughout the munching, we talked about various things like more favorites and our talents. I told him he should join the boys’ group in the talent show since Harry has a great voice and I think he could go far with it. He said he’d think about it, but I’m sure he’ll join. We both admitted that I needed some more practice. Then again, I wasn’t really trying to dance gracefully or anything,
After eating, he turned on the stereo and played some slow music. He wanted to dance on the track, and I knew that my heels would get stuck if I did. So I took my heels off and stood on his boots as he rocked us slowly in circles. It was nice and surprisingly comforting.
Now, we’re laying on the navy blue blanket, snuggled under the fuzzy blanket, and staring at the stars.
“I see the big dipper,” I pointed to it.
“Where? I don’t.”
I shook my pointer finger, “Right there.”
“I still don’t see it,” he chuckled.
I grabbed his hand and pointed his finger at the shape in the sky, “Right there.”
“Oh, I see it.”
“Really?”
“No.” I glared at him and he started cracking up. Once he settled down, he pulled me closer to him and nuzzled his head into my neck, “You smell good.”
“What do I smell like?”
I literally heard him sniffing me…hard, which made me giggle. “You smell like Taco Bell.”
I cracked up, “Of course I do.”
He chuckled, “I’m only kidding. You smell like strawberries.”
“That would be my shampoo,” I stated.
I felt him leave a wet kiss on my neck as he slowly trailed the kisses up to my jawline. I turned my head away from him so he had more access. His body started towering over me as he continued to work his magic with his soft lips. He detached his mouth from my skin and gazed into my eyes.
“Iris, will you be mine?”
“Your what?” I joked.
He playfully rolled his eyes, “Will you be my dorky girlfriend?”
“With pleasure,” I grinned before running my hands through his curls and pressing his lips into mine.
Best. Date. Ever.
Iris’s POV:
Harry decided that he’d pick me up at five tonight and I was okay with that since I had so much to do just to get ready. What sucks is I woke up at one since I stayed up with him for hours last night before I came back to Derek’s place. So I was running behind schedule.
Since I was franticly running around trying to get ready, Skye and Brielle agreed on helping me. Skye’s did my hair and Brielle is did my makeup and nails. My only job was to put on my dress and heels, thank the lord.
Once I was finally ready, heels and all, I took a look at my outfit in Skye’s body mirror. I can’t decide whether my dress is pink or peach, but I’m convinced it’s peach. I love how it’s tight at the top and flows down to my mid-thighs. There’s a diamond shaped slit on each sides of the dress, showing off a bit of my skin. With the dress, I wore nude heels and a gold bracelet which holds two white pearls and a pale orange flower. The heels matched my nail polish almost perfectly.
Seeing how good I looked only made me more eager to see Harry.
Ding dong!
And now I’m nervous…
“I’ll get it!” Skye raced Brielle to the door. They fought for a good couple of seconds before Brielle finally opened the door.
“Hello Harry,” Skye beamed.
I heard his deep chuckle, “Hello. Is Iris ready?”
“Iris!” Brielle’s head snapped towards me. “Get over here!”
I shook my head and laughed before walking over to the door. Stood before me was both a very stunned and incredibly handsome Harry. He wore a white button up dress shirt, a grey blazer, black skinny jeans, and black ankle boots. He left his hair in a mess of curls, just the way I like it. It always bothers me when I try to play with his hair and he has gel in it because not only do I feel like I’m messing it up, but I’m also getting the goo all over my hands.
“You look ravishing,” he grinned before biting down on his plump lip.
I blushed, “Why thank you, Styles. You look dapper.”
He flashed me his beautiful dimples, “All for you, Angel.”
“Aww,” Brielle and Skye cooed.
I giggled and looked over at them, “Oh hush.”
“Shall we?” Harry held out his arm for me.
“We shall,” I linked arms with him and we walked over to the car. He opened my door for me, like the gentleman he is, and closed it for me once I got situated. Once he got in his seat and buckled his seatbelt, we headed wherever we were going. I honestly wouldn’t even care if he took me to a dump, as long as I’m with him. Okay, maybe not a dump…but still.
“So, no crutches?” I smirked at him.
He chuckled, “Nah, they’ll only get in the way.” Stubborn boy.
“We’re here,” Harry says as we pull up in front of some sort of restaurant. My eyes widen as I scan the area. It looks freaking fancy. Plus, everyone going in was dressed up.
“Wow,” I said in udder shock. Harry just chuckled and got out to open my door for me again.
We walked into the restaurant arm-in-arm and got seated at a table Harry had reserved for us. I feel like an adult sitting in this restaurant. I feel like I need to be well-mannered and eat more lady-like. That’s so not happening.
“So what do you think?” Harry rose his eyebrows.
“I think we should goof off,” I giggled.
“Fuck with the waiter?” he smirked.
I nodded, “Hell yeah.” I like how he planned this great date for us and now we’re gonna act like little kids. In a way, I think he was hoping we would since this is definitely not his forte.
“Hello, my name is-“ a waitress stopped talking and looked at Harry in awe. “Harry? Wow. I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any hotter.” Oh brother.
“Oh,” Harry awkwardly looked away from her. “Hey Stacy.”
“It’s Sasha,” she snapped.
I started snickering, “Okay, wait, wait, wait. You two banged?” This is so good. The old Iris would’ve felt awkward or even ran away, but that’s not how I play anymore. I am here to stay.
“Yup,” Sasha or Stacy, whoever the hell she is, smirked. “How far have you two gone?”
I started cracking up, “Well he’s on a date with me, and I got him to dress up. Doesn’t that count for something?”
She rolled her eyes, “So basically, you haven’t done anything.” Bitch.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something else? Like your job?” Harry sneered.
“Whatever,” Sasha grumbled. “What do you want to drink?”
“What? I can’t really hear you in here,” I lied. Fuck with the waitress begins.
“What do you want to drink?” she repeats.
“Oh,” I played dumb. “I don’t know, hold on.”
She groaned and shifted her weight as I looked through every page of the menu. “The drinks are on the back,” she growled after a minute.
I smiled and face palmed myself, “Oh, silly me.”
“You sure picked an amazing one, Harry,” the girl said sarcastically.
He chuckled, “She’s quite lovely, thank you. Uh, I think I’ll have an iced tea.”
She wrote it down on her pad, “Okay. And have you decided yet? I can come back.”
“Don’t be silly,” I waved my hand. “I’ll take a water.”
I heard Harry snort as he tried covering his face with the menu. The girl fake smiled at me and walked away.
“You’re pretty good for your first time playing,” Harry laughed.
“I learned from the best,” I shrugged. “Perrie.”
“Hey, you would’ve seen better skills from me if she didn’t take over the whole game.”
I shook my head, “Doubt it.”
He raised his brows, “Is that a challenge?”
“Damn right it is,” I smirked. The real games began when Sasha came back with our drinks.
“This is not what I ordered,” Harry stared at his iced tea in confusion.
“Uh, yeah it is,” she started rubbing her temples.
“No, I ordered tea,” he shook his head feverishly.
“That’s what that is.”
“I want tea with no ice,” he whined.
I rolled my eyes, “Look Sandra-“
“Sasha,” she rudely interrupted me. “It’s written on my name tag.”
“Well I your nametag wasn’t so far down your chest, maybe I’d read it,” I grumbled, earning a chuckle from Harry. “Anyways, I remember him saying he wanted tea with no ice. Just give him what he wants, and while you’re at it, get me a lemonade.”
“This is a classy restaurant,” she glared. “We don’t have lemonade.”
“You’d think classy restaurants wouldn’t have bimbos working for them,” I said as I looked at her from head to toe with a disgusted face.
Harry snickered, “Just get my lady an iced tea.”
Sasha grabbed the iced tea that was in front of Harry and slammed it onto the table in front of me, causing some of it to splash onto the table.
“Well that was uncalled for,” I stared at the tea with disappointment.
“Is there a problem over here?” a man in a suit walked over.
Harry shot me a wink before they could notice and then glared at Sasha, “She brought me the wrong drink.” Don’t worry, we’re not trying to get her fired or anything.
“No I didn’t,” she threw her hands in the air. “It’s what you ordered.”
“I ordered a soda,” Harry stated to the man.
“What?” Sasha stared at him in disbelief.
“I ordered a Pepsi,” he said.
Sasha groaned, “No you didn’t you, Moron.” Okay…now it got out of hand.
I stood up, “Come on, Harry. Let’s go somewhere else.”
“No, no, please. I can get you a different waitress,” the man begged. “I’ll even throw in a free desert.”
Harry shook his head, “No, I don’t want to eat at a place with such a disrespectful staff.” He handed the man a five dollar bill, “For the drinks.”
“We can’t accept that,” he frowned.
I smiled and grabbed the money from his hand, “Okay, I'll take that.” I stuffed the money in my bra and then we left.
“You’d think classy restaurants wouldn’t have bimbos working for them,” Harry mocked me as he chewed his taco. Yup, after we left, we went to Taco Bell. We’re getting weird looks since we’re dressed up nicely and we’re at a fast food restaurant, but for once, I don’t care.
“Now, now Harry. It’s not very lady-like to talk with your mouth full,” I joked.
He chuckled, “Oh sorry.” Then, he started taking small bites of his taco while sticking his pinkies out in a classy manner. “Better?” he asked in a girlish voice after swallowing.
I nodded, “Much.”
“Man, I hope she didn’t get fired,” he shrugged.
I rolled my eyes, “It’s not our faults she called you a Moron.”
“True. Most of our servers either trade tables with someone else or deal with it. She was a Bitch.”
“Definitely,” I grinned.
“So, Angel, I believe I’m supposed to get to know you better,” he said as he set his taco back onto it’s wrapper so he can give me his full attention.
“What would you like to know?” I set my taco down as well.
He thought about it, “Favorite animal?”
I chuckled, “Great question. I’d say-“
“Thank you,” he bowed his head.
I laughed into my hands and shook my head, “God, you’re such a dork.”
“Thank you again. Continue,” he chuckled.
“I’d have to say a platypus.”
“And you think I’m the dork,” he held his hands up and gave me a weird look.
I giggled, “I just like that they’re so unique.”
“And ugly,” he added.
I fake gasped, “They are not ugly.” He gave me another strange look. “Okay, so maybe they’re a little weird looking, but they aren’t ug-“
“A little?” he raised his brows questioningly.
“Shut up,” I laughed. “Okay Mr. Four Tits, what’s your’s?”
“Turtles.”
“Why?”
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I just like them.”
“This is like being on a date with a four-year-old,” I playfully rolled my eyes.
“You love it,” he snapped his fingers and pointed them at me like guns.
“No,” I shook my head, and tried to hide my smile with a simple lip bite.
“I see that smile,” he wiggled his finger and me before reaching over the table and poking my cheek.
I finally released my smile, “Okay, so maybe I do. It’s just fun seeing this side of you.”
“I could say the same about you,” he smiled. “Your turn to ask a question.”
“Hm, favorite song?”
“’Free Falling’ by John Mayor,” he said with no hesitation. “Your’s?”
“’Whisper’ by A Fine Frenzy.”
“I heard you listening to that the other night,” he chuckled. I love how he knows. “What’s your favorite show?”
I propped my elbows up on the table and rested my chin on my knuckles, “Probably ‘That 70’s Show’. You?”
“Family Guy.”
“First relationship?”
He furrowed his brows, “You really want to know that?” I nodded. “It was with a girl named Emilie. I was twelve when I dated her.”
“Ew,” I shivered. “You dated someone when you were twelve? That’s so fucking young.”
He held his chest and laughed, “I knew you’d react this way. When was your’s?”
I instantly regretted asking him the question. It's not exactly my favorite subject. “Last year,” I mumbled. “With Andrew.”
“Really?” he raised his brows for like the twenty-thousandth time tonight.
“Yeah,” I frown.
“I’m just surprised. That means he was your first time then, huh?”
I scrunched my face, “What? No. I’m a virgin.” I sighed and frowned. “Well, I was.”
“Shit,” he groaned. “I’m sorry, Mercy. I shouldn’t have brought it up or anything.”
“No, no,” I half smiled. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sure Riley told you I slept with him, but I swear to you that never happened.” He nodded, but he still seemed upset with himself. “You know, Harry? You’re the first guy to ever care so much about me. You know more about me than anyone, really. I like that I can just be me, or be sad, and you’re still here.”
“I like that I haven’t scared you off,” he chuckled.
“Why would you scare me?”
He sighed, “Well, I wasn’t the nicest person when we first met. I mean, I yelled at you twice. I think it was twice. Anyways, anytime I’d snap at someone, even Perrie, they’d leave me alone or run off. Truth is, I didn’t want to be alone. The day you saw me get punched, you sat with me. Maybe not for me, but you sat with me and that’s all I wanted.”
I stood up from my booth and sat down in his, scooting myself close to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “I did do it for me,” I giggled and he laughed with me. “But I’m glad I did.”
“Me too,” he smiled and kissed my cheek. “Come on, I have another surprise.” He intertwined our fingers and pulled me off the booth, out of the restaurant and to the car.
“Where are you taking me?” I giggled as he climbed into his seat.
“Somewhere familiar,” he winked.
He took me to the track. I wasn’t really surprised about that, but it’s what was at the track that stunned me. Next to the railroad was a big navy blue blanket with a bunch of baby blue and cream pillows on it. Next to the blanket was a folded fuzzy black one, probably for us to drape over ourselves. Also, there was a picnic basket, a stereo, and a guitar laying in the grass. How could I see all of this with it being dark outside? There were lanterns lit at every corner of the blanket.
“Wow,” I blushed. All of this, for me? Just wow.
“You like it?” he snaked his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“Like it? I love it,” I gasped. “Babe, it’s amazing.”
He kissed my cheek, “I’m glad you think so. I have something for you.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the blanket, having me sit down. He then laid the blanket over my lap, sat at my feet, and grabbed his guitar.
“Remember when you left for Thanksgiving?” I nodded. “Well, I started playing guitar again when you left.”
“I never knew you could play,” I smiled.
He chuckled, “No one but my mum and Gem know.” I feel so special. “I’ve been getting into song writing and I wrote you one. Keep in mind, I wrote it like a month ago, when we were still so…”
“Mistreated?” I finished his sentence with a question.
He chuckled, “Yeah. Mistreated.” He just started strumming the guitar and I could already feel the butterflies exploding in my stomach. He continues to surprise me every day. No. Every moment. Every moment I spend with him.
You tell me that you're sad and lost your way
You tell me that your tears are here to stay
But I know you're only hiding
And I just wanna see you
I found myself rocking back and forth to his angelic voice.
You tell me that you're hurt and you're in pain
And I can see your head is held in shame,
But I just wanna see you smile again
See you smile again
He looked up at me and smiled wider with every word that slid from his lips.
But don't burn out
Even if you scream and shout
It'll come back to you
And I'll be here for you
Oh I will carry you over fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way through the dark
I stood up and started dancing around to his music. I probably looked like an idiot, but I didn’t care. I knew Harry would only have a laugh about it. Right now, I just want to listen closely to his voice.
And you don't need
You don't need to run
And you will see it's easy to be loved
I know you wanna be loved
Oh, I will carry you over fire and water for your love
He stood up and started walking around me as I continued to dance. I listened real well to the lyrics. Not only was the song basically the story of my life, but I heard him use the word love repeatedly. Is it possible that he could fall in love with me?
Oh, I will carry you over fire and water for your love
And I will hold you closer
Hope your heart is strong enough
When the night is coming down on you
We will find a way
He stopped circling me and looked me right in the eyes.
Through the dark
The song was astonishing. The thing is, he was there for me through the dark. Every line in the song basically described us. Not only is it true from him to me, but it's how I feel about him. I want him to smile all the time, I don't want him to be in pain anymore, and I will always be there for him.
I started clapping with a stupid grin on my face, “Harry, that was beautiful. Thank you. That song, this whole night, it’s just been amazing.”
“And it’s not even over,” he grinned.
And it wasn’t. After that, we sat down and ate the cupcakes and fruit his mom packed for us in the picnic basket. Throughout the munching, we talked about various things like more favorites and our talents. I told him he should join the boys’ group in the talent show since Harry has a great voice and I think he could go far with it. He said he’d think about it, but I’m sure he’ll join. We both admitted that I needed some more practice. Then again, I wasn’t really trying to dance gracefully or anything,
After eating, he turned on the stereo and played some slow music. He wanted to dance on the track, and I knew that my heels would get stuck if I did. So I took my heels off and stood on his boots as he rocked us slowly in circles. It was nice and surprisingly comforting.
Now, we’re laying on the navy blue blanket, snuggled under the fuzzy blanket, and staring at the stars.
“I see the big dipper,” I pointed to it.
“Where? I don’t.”
I shook my pointer finger, “Right there.”
“I still don’t see it,” he chuckled.
I grabbed his hand and pointed his finger at the shape in the sky, “Right there.”
“Oh, I see it.”
“Really?”
“No.” I glared at him and he started cracking up. Once he settled down, he pulled me closer to him and nuzzled his head into my neck, “You smell good.”
“What do I smell like?”
I literally heard him sniffing me…hard, which made me giggle. “You smell like Taco Bell.”
I cracked up, “Of course I do.”
He chuckled, “I’m only kidding. You smell like strawberries.”
“That would be my shampoo,” I stated.
I felt him leave a wet kiss on my neck as he slowly trailed the kisses up to my jawline. I turned my head away from him so he had more access. His body started towering over me as he continued to work his magic with his soft lips. He detached his mouth from my skin and gazed into my eyes.
“Iris, will you be mine?”
“Your what?” I joked.
He playfully rolled his eyes, “Will you be my dorky girlfriend?”
“With pleasure,” I grinned before running my hands through his curls and pressing his lips into mine.
Best. Date. Ever.
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